Have you ever wondered what you would do with a fresh start.

A new school, a new state, and new work, a new country.

A new you?

What would you do?

Change your look?

Go from goth to preppy?

What does it matter?

These people don’t know the real you.

They say they know you.

But do they know you?

You could tell them blue, and they would repeat red.

Would you change your hairstyle.

Go from blond to red?

Start wearing it up?

Let it hang low, let it wabble to to and fro.

Would you go from knee high converse to flip flops in the winter.

They don’t know you.

They don’t know your past.

You could have killed someone

They wouldn’t know.

You could have “un novio” back home.

You could go with someone new here.

You could at like you didn’t take French and sign language.

You could tell everyone you were failing

So you seemed cool.

Its all about fitting in.